Blicero

This creeped me out like nothing I've seen. I wish I never saw that eerie-ass shit.

If you could reapportion your personal gifts, how would you do so?

eg, give up some height for a bigger cock (or breasts), give up some IQ points to be inherently cooler, give up some looks to be more artistically gifted... how would you do it?

I think about this stuff a lot.

Once I was in a pizza place in a Boston suburb, and I heard a dad yell over to his two sons "Zack, Slater, what do you want on your slice?"

I swear to God, he'd named his kids after Saved By The Bell characters.

Pretty amazing. 'The lot-to murderrs.'

I was a wannabe child genius. I would take apart radios and pretend I could put them back together again, like even using my dad's soldering iron to re-attach the transistors.

They never worked again and I soon realized I was a child dummy.

I just now remembered also that I had a chemistry set and I'd pour all the chemicals together thinking I would invent the world's best glue, which I never did either.

Fail at early age.

Man, seeing the photos of old ladies kissing versus the two youngies making sweetness made me infinitely depressed about getting old.

Old people are truly hideous.

Sunday night depression, fuck.

Used to get it bad in junior high. Late november, sun's gone, trees bare, I haven't done any of my homework and I was scheduled to get beaten up the next day for some infraction or other I stepped into with my big mouth.

Worse than an mdma hangover, those days.

I hate adults, I mean, over 35 yrs old, who don't know how to act in public.

Yeah, all things being equal, I'd prefer you didn't put your bare fucking feet up on a chair while you're eating in the cafe, you goddamned slob.

Alpha lipoic acid, a supplement (antioxidant) before bed and in the am ends hangovers.

The shit is amazing and safe.

Though some believe you shouldn't take it if you have silver fillings (long story).

Out of curiosity, do you also offer analoplasties to refresh men?

A friend of mine was too embarrassed to ask so I'm asking for him.

This is pretty entertaining. Turns out Caesar was kind of a dandy in his youth, wore his toga differently than everyone else and sported a belt which was not done.

Feyerband - total provocateur.

Quite possibly one of the most difficult reads I've ever encountered.

So worth it. The shit is mind-blowing.

I see at least 5 women every single day in New York that I'd rather take down than any Hollywood star who ever lived, except for Lynda Carter.

^ u persuing the white whale? "There she blows!--there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!"

A lot of my hatreds revolve around change. I bought a book today for $19.51. The bitchsky at the register starts counting out change, so I have to ask "can't you hook me up with two quarters?" Then she glares at me like I'm fucken cheap or something when in reality it's 95 degrees out and I don't wanna walk around with all that change clankin around in my shorts.

This thread reverted back to being about comfortable hosery.

This thread is now about comfortable hosery.

I just watched "Graveyard of the Fireflies" and was sobbing uncontrollably.

Like talking thru the tears sobbing, "why? why? why?"

What a pussbag.

i wonder what this guy does for a living?

Hard-bitten former-cop turned PI after committing unnamed indiscretion while on the force/Data Entry.

Once I was at a coffee shop in the west village on Hudson street.

Tons of celebs used to go there, and this day Lou Reed himself was hanging out.

He was a total casualty , all bedraggled and feeble. He had some young chick as a helper who paid his bill and threw away his trash.

It's kind of narrow in there, and when he got up to leave, he had to walk past where I was sitting. I swear, I'm almost positive, that he pushed his crotch into my back on purpose.

I didn't know whether to be totally nauseated or kind of flattered. Lou fuckin Reed and all.

you think you got it bad?

In a Tuesday, Feb. 14, 2007 file photo, Dianne Odell watches her favorite soap opera at home in Jackson, Tenn. The family of 61-year-old Dianne Odell said she died early Wednesday, May 27, 2008, after a power failure shut down the machine that kept her breathing, and family members were unable to get an emergency generator working . Odell spent her life in the iron lung, cared for by her parents and other family members.

I'm kinda fascinated by this dude from myfedora.com posted on the shit-talking thread.

I don't think he's fucking around or cosplaying. I think he was supposed to have lived in the 40s and will never be right.

It's like those people who discover the country they were supposed to have been from, they learn the language, marry someone from there, love the food, are more of that country than the inhabitants.

Those types interest me.

I hate when someone is doing something all "crazy" in public, and they're dying to make eye contact with you to see how totally freaked out you are by their craziness.

"Get a load of me, motherfucker. I'm on a GODDAMN UNICYCLE! How you like that shit? One fucken wheel, bitch! And if I feel like blowing your mind later, I might even start juggling - WHILE RIDING MY UNICYCLE!"

So I shrug and turn my attention to an interesting squirrel scampering up a tree.

I've also noticed super-hot chicks play a similar game. You can feel them trying to get your eye contact, and when you do look at them, they smirk at you as if to say "no. fucking. chance."

With 6.5 billion people on the planet, every possible manifestation and combination of sexuality is expressed in reality.

That dude like to wear a corset. AND he happens to enjoy fucking the tailpipes of cars.

Venn diagram THAT shit.